These half-assed cliché suicides are getting old and getting under my skin These rich degenerates and cocaine whores have worn their welcome out And worn my patience razor thin They breed like rats and laugh their way through life And spread a plague of useless and pathetic trends Now every tear you cry is drawing flies, but that's just fine �cus listen up, son This is where it ends You piss your sorry life away I pray each day for floods to wash the bullshit back to where it bred Don't cry to me when all is lost to self-inflicted holocaust �Cus now my pity's buried with the dead I'll force you down, I'll force you out I'll show your face unto the world and every dying junky friend Now dry those sunken eyes You chose to make this hell your life, now listen up, son This is where it endsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
